Day after day,
I spent my days,
Looking for ways to better my play.
But all I see,
Are others’ victories.
Oh, how they live their days,
Such happiness and grace!
Dare I say,
I feel I am better than they.
Well, most of them anyway!
Yet why is it I feel
Like an undiscovered gem?
Or are there more to these junk
Than I thought that I know not of?
The reasons why they are found…
And not I…?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem